My mom called me useless for not sending $10K like my sister! when I tried to say! Dad cut me off…

Growing Up in Meera’s Shadow

I’m Amanda, a 31-year-old working at a food Processing Company, living with the weight of being the less favored child. While my stunning sister Meera, 6 years my junior, enjoyed the limelight and affection that I never felt from our parents, I carried on. Meera was stunning, turning heads wherever she went.

I was often overlooked; people always compared us, praising her beauty and joking about how plain I looked next to her. From a young age, it was clear to everyone that Meera was destined for success in acting or modeling.

My parents doted on her, always making sure she had the newest, trendiest clothes and enrolling her in any class she wanted. Meanwhile, I made do with hand-me-downs and no classes at all.

Meera grew up spoiled and entitled, believing that what was mine was also hers. She’d take my things without asking. When I protested, my parents would just tell me, “Let It Go, Amanda, she’s younger, be a good older sister”.

They dismissed my feelings so easily, always siding with her. Over the years, this favoritism only got worse. In elementary school, when Meera decided she wanted her room, my parents didn’t hesitate to displace me.

They moved me to the living room. They justified it by saying I didn’t have many belongings and there was enough space for me to sleep. The living room, where I slept among old family portraits, was my new bedroom.